1. |
Black Magic of Zion
01:24
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you could be what everything wants throw your feelings away
pretend that you're a victimized hero from a Hollywood play
the burning question makes us run far away from what we need
the beauty of ability to suspend the the significance of genetics and breeding
a classist scheme put into action
farmer plants the stratosphere
watch the flags flutter the sky like usury bank receipts
happy as an unleashed dog
magic as the fire flames
casting light as it parishes the unspoken sacrifices
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2. |
Best In Show
01:49
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I caught a glimpse of the inside
maybe the last time that I closed my eye-
I caught a glimpse of another side
maybe another mind, another time
we've always gotta make the same mistake
of man made earthquakes, nuclear fed lakes
can you believe in a final time?
maybe a last time
and maybe this last time
is always the best in show
wanna blow the mind-
post-christian indoctrination
taking over information of too many nations
I caught a whiff of universal pride
maybe the best in show
maybe the best will know
maybe the best show
maybe the will know-
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-lyrics from Robert Frost poem of the same name
-this poem is public domain
The bearer of evil tidings,
When he was halfway there,
Remembered that evil tidings
Were a dangerous thing to bear.
So when he came to the parting
Where one road led to the throne
And one went off to the mountains
And into the wild unknown,
He took the one to the mountains.
He ran through the Vale of Cashmere,
He ran through the rhododendrons
Till he came to the land of Pamir.
And there in a precipice valley
A girl of his age he met
Took him home to her bower,
Or he might be running yet.
She taught him her tribe's religion:
How, ages and ages since,
A princess en route from China
To marry a Persian prince
Had been found with child; and her army
Had come to a troubled halt.
And though a god was the father
And nobody else was at fault,
It had seemed discreet to remain there
And neither go on nor back.
So they stayed and declared a village
There in the land of the Yak.
And the child that came of the princess
Established a royal line,
And his mandates were given heed to
Because he was born divine.
And that was why there were people
On one Himalayan shelf;
And the bearer of evil tidings
Decided to stay there himself.
At least he had this in common
With the race he chose to adopt:
They had both of them had their reasons
For stopping where they had stopped.
As for his evil tidings,
Belshazzar's overthrow,
Why hurry to tell Belshazzar
What soon enough he would know?
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4. |
Bottles
02:22
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bottles on the road, picking bottles off the road
took me so long just to see the heart fold (2x)
bottles in my hand, holding bottles in my hand
feels so damn good not to have to understand
the vermin's on patrol, they come up from below
crippling the spirit, putting garbage on the soul
pirates run this land, the pirates run this land
feels so damn good not to be in demand, nah
the horn is in my hand, the horn is in my hand
knocked me out cold now I don't wanna stand up
stand up, fucked up, spinning out, spitting up
bring your pathos to market
celebrate the merchant, celebrate the mercenary
celebrate the poison berry, celebrate your advisory
there's fire in the hole, what can you do?
pirates run this land, don't be a martyr man
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5. |
Francis Bacon
04:39
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this slave I'm in, this impossible circle
that pretends to spin like a painting of stilled guts
on the walls of a conquered kingdom
like a cowardly lover feels itself in darkness
feels itself in the darkness
this slave I'm in, this impossible circle
the damage, the damage, the damage has been done
rock, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll song
the damage has been done-
this ragged wind, this impossible circle
that pretends to begin like a painting of the sun
on the walls of a hollow moon spinning
like a crippled horn milking itself in darkness
turning me inside out
this cage I'm in, this impossible circle
the damage, the damage, the damage has been done
rock, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll song
the damage has been done-
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6. |
Lullaby For Harkit
03:30
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7. |
Sage
04:28
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who trusted them with fire?
who gave them the heat?
that makes us all perspire inside
faith in deliverance
faith in deliverance
the sage
super vision
tele vision
mast urbation
faith in you
faith in me
faith in all our dreams on tv
who trusted them with sparks?
the sage
who trusted them with crutches?
who rents out the red cross buses?
they are we
we are they
the sage the sage the sage the sage
super vision
tele vision
wholesomeliving
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8. |
Passover
03:05
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you claim to want to know the truth
but you've trained yourself to have selective vision
popular persuasion
militants of many colours
create artifical logic for a mirage of moral ground
fields of corporate connotation
guarantee a hardy malaise
of ongoing frustration
bigger than any other persuasion
networks of relation
posed in constant tension
for prevention of a revolt
I delight in city lights
surrender
no!
please don't go
I need you
please don't go
fanatical stupidity
coupled with token pity
total denial of reality
demonize non-compliers of the militarize
raise the flag
sign of the idol
leave them alone
bleed
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9. |
Saltspring
02:35
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sleep
outside, time of the sign, bound to terrorize
salt spring
quench your hurt with violent outbursts, make them wish that nothing's worse when the cure is the curse
trepass me
constitution of a corpse, mass consciousness that it warps
start the show of property
hate
because I have no money and I don't want to serve you
and I ain't so beautiful
no class
let go
no class
let go
no class
let it go
introducing ladies and gentleman
clean shaven, well read, strong, caring
you're a fucking idiot
no you're the fucking idiot
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10. |
The Fox And The Wolf
04:31
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negative impression of surface tension
I lie awake every night dreaming about you
you don't even believe the games that you're playing
I hear the voice that sees me hanging from a ceiling
the cum leaking from my fantasy
he'll do anything to get into a VIP room
with a beautiful angel from another world
say that you are the same as us
pray that you are the same as us
this is a notion of romantic love
you are my dream
promises kept in powerlines at twilight
promises are lies kept in a time capsule
you don't even believe the prayers that you're praying
I hear the voice that sees me hanging from a ceiling
the cum leaking from my fantasy
she'll do anything to get into a VIP room
with a handsome agent from another world
say that you are the same as us
pray that you are the same as us
this is a notion of romantic love
you are my dream
negative reflection of surface tension
unseen
obscene
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11. |
Taxi Driver
02:49
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you are happier without me
tell the truth, say what you believe
keep your love safe inside
safe from my memories
safe from hell
turn away
I am happier in make believe
where right is wrong and light casts no shadow on
all the things we say like
I believe, I believe in lying to myself
lying to myself
you were making waves around me
all the stupid words don't mean anything now, how
I wish that I could say
that right was wrong and you still wanted me
to stand naked before you
naked before you came
turn away
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12. |
Synthesize
05:07
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I was born on easy street
and everyone I chanced to meet said
keep your eyes inside your mind
don't look out it's better to be blind
in a sense I must confess
I did my best to play the best part
that I could find in my condition
to synthesize my innocence and
keep it cradled like a Christ child in my brain
keeps me content and sane
because otherwise if I opened my eyes
I'd be bound to despise
bound to the despised
now I reside on needy street
and everyone I chance to meet
says we'll eat the rich then they'll be sorry
we'll celebrate our ragged glory
and in a sense I must confess
I did my best to play the best part
that I could find in my condition
to synthesize my innocence again
keep it cradled like a Christ child in my brain
keeps me content and sane
because otherwise if I opened my eyes
covered in bullshit
covered in your bullshit
one broken heart one can find
at different places at the same time
this fracturing has been happening
faster than the torn can be sewn
and in this refrain I must confess
I don't pretend to resolve this mess
I try to consider all conditions
while searching for a heart to hide in
the threat of volatility is real because I feel it
moving closer
so I synthesize instead opening my eyes
I synthesize because I'm civilized
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13. |
Arjuna and Faust
03:20
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wise man's memory talks about the whores he scored
he doesn't talk about it usually but he's drunk and bored
you say that you want to go to heaven he laughs and snores
wise man thinks that smartness and sadness are the same thing
if this is what it means to be free a drunk with a Phd,
if this is what it means to free I don't wanna... ah...
just to want to talk down to people all the time
just to want to talk down
wise man falls down inside he finds nothing to cling to
he looks all around there's nothing that he can't see through
the harder you judge other people the harder you judge yourself
the harder you judge other people... you judge yourself-
wild man's memory he talks about the rage he engaged
he doesn't talk about it usually but he feels old and caged
you say that you fought in the good fight
you claim that you were the hero
but where have all the good times gone?
where have all the good times gone?
if this is what it means to be free a whore with a STD
if this is what it means to free I don't wanna... ah...
just to want to talk down to people all the time
just to want to talk down-
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14. |
Vile Rage
02:41
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who will climb oh so high when god falls down from the sky?
or is it the devil? heaven knows can't see through the emperor's clothes
who will stop to wonder why we get so high when tensions rise
up to the flies
I see you in this whirlpool of filth, vile rage, nauseated disrespect, fried on electricity, anchored on false knowledge, we've vacated immediacy, global delays, real times converted for the despicable beast, all ways in heat
I see you in hell, here, there, everywhere is hell!
I see you in the whirlpool of filth, vile rage!
admire the distrust in others
lock your doors together
tair us apart, why don't you tair us apart?
all stand in awe of power so that you can fuck the perfect flower
nauseated disrespect is all that you will ever get from those know-it-all motherfuckers, those nervous elitist power brokers, there is a better way no matter what the devils say!
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A Rented Crutch Recordings Vancouver, British Columbia
'A Rented Crutch Recordings' embody a variety of sound, noise and music recordings centered around the projects of Chad
MacQuarrie. These include bands Karen Foster, Assertion and Swanvista, aliases such as The Chads and Dubstawk as well as collaborations Ello Gail, IMI, Burning Bridges, Island/MacQuarrie, ThisHiss and Car/Mac.
These recordings range from 1983 up until the present.
Enjoy, please!
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